"Your Highness, I..." Leng Yu Yan's breathing became rapid, and her hand around his neck gradually tightened.
Ye Yiheng stared intently at her, placing his burning palm on her shoulder, and asked again, "Yanyan, are you really ready to give yourself to me?"
Leng Yu Yan swallowed nervously, gazing at the person in front of her, into his deep eyes.
His gaze was piercing, as if it could easily break through the psychological defenses she had hardly built up, reaching straight to her heart.
"Your Highness, can you turn off the light? Staring like this, I feel nervous."
The burning heat on her shoulder instantly spread to her limbs and to every bone, making her nervousness intensify with panic.
Ye Yiheng lifted her chin and murmured, "You haven't answered my two questions."
